The mushroom hunters
I spent the autumns of my youth standing next to a mushroom and yelling “Mom.” Russians, like my family, love mushrooms. And in Massachusetts, where I grew up, they’re crazy about a particular red-capped bolete that grows in the sandy soil of Cape Cod.
“They grow everywhere, and Russians pick them also everywhere,” says my mom.
Even on other people’s lawns, when there’s a no trespassing sign?
“I trespass all the time,” she says, “if you call it trespassing.”
Right. Seriously, if you live on Cape Cod, check your window — there is probably a Russian woman rappelling onto your lawn with a bolo knife between her teeth. This is what mushroom picking does to otherwise normal people…
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